#They're still wips here and there

[cappydoodle]

rereading my own fic and yeah I'm a comedic genius I think

[flowerakatsuka]

guess those feelings are gonna stay unrequited, huh? — ( feat. @laurzvahll's sol! )

[zephyra-in-the-house]

Don't Mention the Kid

"It was at this moment that he knew... he fucked up."

Here's a little depiction of that time in Chapter 6 of my fic "Second Chances" where the leader of the mercenaries, Junfeng, mentions MK and Macaque goes absolutely ape shit

(Lords I hope the quality isn't as bad when upload it as it is right now LOL)

[hyakunana]

Interrupting all my chores for a very important event

[kieran-hayward-art]

Miskatonic Hospital medical drama where the gay husbands are allowed to kiss at work when one of them loses a patient 🥺👉👈

[cnth-rb]

WIP

[caffeccino]

Lily Academy has fallen on hard times 😔

This is some of my thumbnailing from my sketchbook that I finally scanned! Some of the character ideas got moved around, and the core idea of this story has totally changed from my original ideas of a sort of psuedo-airsoft with an arms race, as they chase those sweet ad dollars... Now it's a bit bleaker 🤪

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday 🎄

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 💖

wasn't sure about posting this bc I don't wanna share like everything I have so far but it's fuck it friday so fuck it lol I'm too excited to keep it to myself haha - here's more of the christmas fic and the main idea behind it (I said it's gonna be mostly silly and fluffy and I promise it will be, just gotta add a little more sad while buck talks about his childhood lol)

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His eyes don’t leave the screen, while Eddie’s are glued to Buck’s face. “Well, there’s a lot of things I always wanted to do with my family on Christmas, but never got to.” his voice gets even quieter. “But there’s one thing in particular. I, uh, that’s so stupid.” he chuckles quietly, then nods to the screen, where a kid is opening a gift with a bright smile, his family surrounding him. “I wanted this.” he admits quietly, as if embarrassed. He never told Eddie much about his life growing up, but based on everything Eddie knows about his parents, he can imagine it wasn’t great. He never asked, not wanting to pry, but now Eddie wonders what Buck’s Christmas must’ve looked like, especially after Maddie moved out. He must’ve been miserable, and Eddie’s heart is breaking just at the thought.

“It’s not stupid to want a happy holiday with a loving family.” he says softly, carefully. Buck shakes his head, the red in his cheeks now visible despite the dark.

“I mean, that too, I- I never got this, and I always wished- but not just that.” another shake of his head. “I mean, the sweaters.” he mutters under his breath.

“Christmas sweaters?” Eddie asks, not sure if he heard right, just because of how quiet Buck said it.

“I know, it’s dumb. I just always imagined sitting around in matching sweaters, as a family, taking pictures, looking like we belong together, like I- like I belong.” he adds, turning his head away, so Eddie can’t see his face. Eddie reaches his hand further, touching Buck’s shoulder.

“They couldn’t give you matching Christmas sweaters?” he asks incredulously, fighting not to raise his voice.

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[tiggyarts]

IDK if this is their dynamic but dialogue was just funny to me lol

[justarandomlambblog]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 [END]

The second shackle comes off

Get adopted and feel loved, mangey cat

We're gonna pretend I didn't give Heket the wrong shaped crown aight? aught 👍

(explanation beneath the cut bc I didn't want dialogue)

The harvest comes. Narinder can't help but notice how sad the wheat fields are, the wheat growing small and patchy at best. He remembers how Heket would make the wheat fields flourish just by walking between the stalks. The memory of the fields she would create early in their godhood makes him feel somber, realizing now what the cost of being a godless land is; their entire lives are left to the limitations of the earth, without any god to help them thrive. These people are making the best of what they have, and they're happy even though it's not a lot.

Narinder notices some are harvesting wheat while others till the earth once it's been harvested, and the old dog explains that once this wheat is harvested they plant "winter wheat", which can be harvested in the spring before they plant their summer wheat. They till and fertilize the earth before planting the winter wheat, of course. Narinder tries his hand at harvesting the wheat, and the old dog begins to teach him how to use the sickle. Time passes.

Over the late summer, autumn and winter, Narinder learns how to live this provincial, modest life. He tills the fields with the other villagers, he sees feral beasts for the first time in over a thousand years, learns to collect eggs from said feral beasts, learns how and decides he doesn't like to collect milk (the godless lands have more feral beasts than the Lands of the Old Faith ever did), has finally regained enough strength to draw water from the village well without help, learns to bake bread (with great amounts of help so as to not waste the precious resources with the inevitable first fifty failures), and attends his first lantern festival. All in all, this marks his approach to his second year here, most of his first year spent indoors recovering. (His fur is also getting long, something something new me new hair something (totally not an excuse for me to draw hair))

At his first lantern festival, Narinder decides to partake in what is usually a coming of age tradition for the village; he gets an ear piercing, choosing a symbol that will essentially act as his written name. He chooses a symbol that is a crescent moon inside of a sun, thinking of Aym and Baal when he sees it. (Note: He is not scared/nervous about the ear piercing, he isn't bothered by a literal pinprick of pain, but the fact that someone he barely knows is this close with a needle is what worries him)

Later on, days or even weeks later, the old dog gives him a chain with their individual symbols on it, with a loose chain hanging from the other side of Narinder's sun-and-moon charm. Narinder questions this and the old dog explains the symbolism behind the charms; two charms with a chain extending between them indicates marriage/partnership, and two charms with another charm on the chain between them indicates that couple's child/children. The one Narinder has is the latter, with the second parent's charm missing, indicating that the old dog views Narinder as his own son, now. It takes a moment, but Narinder realizes all at once that this is the old dog's way of extending an invitation to become family- and it's been so long since Narinder had a family... (And yes, the old dog is fully aware that this cat is thousands of years old (Narinder was very vocal about this in the first weeks before he eventually stopped bringing it up), but that won't stop him from deciding he's gonna be this abandoned, fallen god's new family)

Narinder goes to sleep, and finds that despite everything- despite how simple and quaint and, frankly, not easy life in this little godless village is, he's happy. He has none of the luxuries that he had as a Bishop; no worship, no reverence, no servants, no silks or satins or veils or anything of the sort. Here he's just... one of the people. Just another face in the crowd. And he's happy. Happier than he's been in a long time. Unfortunately for Narinder, he is failing to realize that this godless village is a little less godless every day he's there. But that's not necessarily a bad thing.

The village wakes up to their fields flourishing like they never have before. The wheat is taller than the tallest villager, and no one is really sure what to do about this, but there is excitement throughout the village. Narinder thinks of Heket again, reminded once more how she would make the fields come alive. The shackle on his left hand opens up before dispersing into light, and he remembers the way she looked at him in the days leading up to his imprisonment, the quiet and somber warnings she would give him. He takes a moment to grieve before turning his attention back to the present, back to the family he's creating now.

[heliosphere-underthesky]

I've been pretty busy! Here are some previews for the updated character art for 2024. I'm planning to make this for the main cast (Sun + 8 planets, likely including Pluto).

The two smaller pictures on the right of the screenshots are from 2020 and 2014, respectively.

I'm so happy with these. It feels like their personalities are finally fleshed out! Let's hope the entire cast gets redrawn by Heliosphere's 10th birthday!

To clarify: The webcomic debuted in WEBTOON last year, 26 April 2023. (anniversary) The project was released to the public in 22 May 2014. (birthday)

If you wanna see how my messy sketches look like before the lineart (and how big Uranus is compared to Earth lol) here he is!:

[ilovedthestars]

I wasn't kidding when I said I spent an hour just trying to sketch out the pose for this drawing! Sometimes you just gotta go through like 8 sketch layers to figure out what you're doing.

I also ended up looking at two references--this one from The Pose Archive, which I traced the legs from after struggling for a while to get proportions that looked right, and a photo of myself that I asked my roommate to take so I could figure out what to do with the arms. The process got significantly faster when I remembered I could use references and started working with them.

I think it's good to show some of the behind-the-scenes of your artwork every now and then, both because process is cool and because it removes some of the sheen of "whoa, i could never make that." I know I get discouraged at times by artists who "make it look easy," when really I can't see all the time and hard work that went into making something. I don't want to create that feeling for anyone else!

So, here's a glimpse into how much I struggled to get the pose right, and below is the timelapse where you can see how much I fiddled with the colors until I had something I was happy with. It was probably at least two hours of "i am spending way too much time on this" and "why does this still not look right" before I got to a point where I started thinking, "wow, this looks good." But I got there eventually, and I'm really happy I stuck it out!

[my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda]

when Zoey meets Hiyoko

[fakemagicjaye]

lvl40 is ALMOST done i'm working on the greys :v (as you can see this page isn't finished ◑.◑;; ) also it takes place largely in a bowling alley and i forgot about bowling shoes so i need to redraw those on SIX pages...........

[snixx]

the philosophy of engineering college is really to work you so hard and homogenize the people you're around so much you forget you ever had other goals and dreams completely unrelated to stem in life lmfao

[merge-conflict]

wip wunday

tagged by @streetkid-named-desire

<You told him your name,> Johnny said, quietly. <Your real name.>

<All names are real,> V murmured.

They were drowsing still, flirting with consciousness but otherwise content to lie warm and naked in bed. She was exhausted after their exertions, but too stubborn to fall asleep for more than a few minutes at a time, which suited Johnny fine. He’d missed her company, if not her bitchy temper, and it was just beginning to hit him how little time they had left.

<You know what I mean.>

V gave a small sigh, an admission that she did, in fact, know what he meant. Takemura’s thumb rubbed idly over her hip, and she yawned and put her hand over his. His quiet, pleased sound produced a little starburst of happiness in her chest. Gonk.

<I thought at best he’d tolerate me, you know?> She was tracing the outlines of his knuckles along the alternating patterns of metal and synth skin as she spoke. Johnny had expected her to evade with a pithy remark, or maybe clam up again, but instead she was just quiet for a while. Pulling together all the little threads of her mind. <Never had anyone do that for me.>

<Tolerate you?>

<Care if I was happy.>

Considering the usual caliber of rat bastard she attached herself to, it wasn’t surprising, but it still made him angry. He could feel, underneath it, V’s soft exasperation at the reaction. He sighed. <Breaking my heart, V.>

Her lips tugged into a smile. <Sorry.>